early morning blushes shell pink
when the turtles awaken
beneath their incubating blanket of sand
alongside the turquoise and frothy white coast
sleepy-eyed, I arrive
to the wild scene already unfolding in slow mo
hatchlings scrabbling out into the dawn
leaving scrawling signature tracks
as flippers row furious furrows
to dodge taunting enemies of the sky
to the sea's alluring beckoning call home...
to dive
once
twice
three times
gone...
silence.
until...
some thirty years later
when...
the early morning is shell pink
and the turtles awaken
sleepy-eyed, some ninety daze from whence
their mother turtle had
returned...
to the same exact spot
alongside their coast
of turquoise and frothy white.
by tfalcone
early morning blushes shell pink
when the turtles awaken
beneath their incubating blanket of sand
alongside the turquoise and frothy white coast
sleepy-eyed, I arrive
to the wild scene already unfolding in slow mo
hatchlings
scrabbling out into the dawn
leaving scrawling signature tracks
as flippers row furious furrows
to dodge taunting enemies of the sky
to the sea's alluring beckoning call home...
to dive
once
twice
three times
gone...
silence.
until...
some thirty years later
when...
the early morning is shell pink
and the turtles awaken
sleepy-eyed, some ninety daze from whence
their mother turtle had
returned...
to the same exact spot
alongside their coast
of turquoise and frothy white.